The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 102

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 102
파사사사삭—!!!
It pours down.
파사사사사삭—!!!
In a space that seems vast yet confined.
Countless rays of light cascaded forth.
파사사사사사—!!!
It sounded like something being crushed.
Yet also, it resembled the sound of something crumbling away.
Aah—
Watching this, Dang Yeeran uttered words with a vacant expression.
“Ah.”
A single word carried a subtle note of admiration.
Beautiful. That was the only thought that came to mind upon witnessing it.
What was happening.
What kind of scene was unfolding.
Such details escaped her perception.
Only the beauty before her eyes.
The sky slowly crumbling away—that alone filled Dang Yeeran’s vision.
‘What is this?’
What could it be.
What could possess such breathtaking beauty.
Dang Yeeran reached out toward the falling fragments without thinking.
Crackle.
The moment it touched her hand, the fragment shattered.
And with it, an indescribable energy resonated through her fingertips.
‘It’s cold.’
The energy was bitterly frigid.
And simultaneously.
‘It’s burning….’
Impossibly scorching.
A contradictory sensation. What could this possibly be.
She could not comprehend it.
One thing.
‘…I cannot look away.’
I cannot tear my eyes away.
I must capture this radiant spectacle within my gaze. Her instinct demanded it.
Thus, without blinking, she gazed forward.
Through the surging light, a figure emerges.
At the center of the luminescence, someone stands facing forward, a massive blade resting across their shoulders.
‘Ah—’
How massive.
A back so broad and expansive that it easily surpassed eight feet in width.
Where had I seen such a back before? Dang Yeeran’s mind drifted into the past, and she recalled someone’s name.
‘…Elder Yoo.’
Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
His back seemed to resemble that one exactly.
The moment I empathized with that memory.
The back I was seeing gradually diminished and shrank.
As if it had been nothing but an illusion, it transformed into another’s back.
A back neither large nor imposing, paired with a frame equally unremarkable.
A figure bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the phantom I had just witnessed.
‘…Yet it resembles him….’
Dang Yeeran gazed upon that back and thought of Yoo Cheon-gil.
Why? The question followed, but it did not linger long.
Boom–!!!
A tremendous sound erupted.
Dang Yeeran snapped to attention at the noise.
Only then could I discern whose back stood before me.
“B-Bang Disciple–!”
Standing ahead was Bangseong-yeon.
The very same Bangseong-yeon who had suddenly seized Manwol and begun clashing with Palduyeok.
Could something have gone wrong?
As that thought crossed my mind, my eyes widened.
Thud–!!
A sound similar to before echoed once more.
Where was it coming from? From what I could see, Bangseong-yeon still stood upright.
I slowly turned my head to assess the situation.
“…What…?”
I realized where that sound had originated.
The source was Palduyeok.
The body of Palduyeok, who had been locked in combat mere moments before, now lay crumpled upon the ground.
His neck severed clean.
“Wh-what…?”
The massive frame lay sprawled across the floor.
The body of the martial artist who had radiated such formidable power was now growing cold and still.
‘He’s dead…?’
Palduyeok was dead.
The moment I grasped this reality.
“D-Daeju–!!”
“Daeju…!!!”
Reactions erupted from all directions.

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Drip, drip, drip.
The floor gradually soaks with crimson blood. The sickening stench of iron and the damp sensation coil around my feet.
My body feels as though it’s floating, my mind growing hazy to the point of delirium.
“…Hah… Huff.”
Through my ragged breathing, I clung to consciousness with whatever strength remained.
I had no choice.
“…Hah… Huff… Hah…”
The current situation demanded nothing less.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
My heart pounds like a madman’s.
It thrashes so violently that even standing still, I can feel the tremors.
“Huff…”
My ragged breathing refuses to steady.
In that moment, I lowered my gaze to look at someone.
‘…Palduyeok.’
The one who had just been clashing with my body lay crumpled on the ground.
His head severed clean from his shoulders.
Blood pouring from his neck drenched my shoes completely.
I shifted my gaze to the spear he had been wielding.
‘…It’s been cut.’
The spearhead and shaft, both severed cleanly.
They lay scattered across the floor without care.
What had happened?
‘…No.’
Palduyeok had charged forward, scattering his martial force.
His overwhelming aura and killing intent, coupled with the energy that enveloped him, should have made me tremble in fear without thinking.
‘How did this happen?’
Immediately after, I had to recoil with wide eyes at what unfolded.
In an instant, light poured forth.
No, not poured—
‘It erupted.’
Light burst from Manwol with such intensity it consumed my entire vision.
‘…By the time the light faded, Palduyeok was dead.’
When I realized what had happened, he was already in this state.
What had he done when that light erupted?
‘…’
Questions arose, yet I already knew the answer.
Though my eyes could not see, my body remembered.
‘I moved.’
While the light blazed, my arm continued its relentless motion.
Only at a speed I had never unleashed before.
Zzzt–!!
“Kugh–!!”
The sudden impact drained the strength from my grip.
Clang–!!
The sword slipped from my fingers.
I clutched at my throbbing wrist.
‘Insane.’
The pain was no jest. As I wondered why, I realized the culprit lay on the floor—Manwol.
‘…I fought while wielding this?’
It was a weight barely possible to lift for even a moment, yet my body had been carrying it all this time.
‘How could my body endure while holding something like this—’
Zzzt.
‘Damn.’
My body responded before I could even worry further.
Shoulders and arm joints. Wrists. And more.
A tingling sensation radiated from every part of me.
“…Ugh….”
I barely managed to remain standing, suppressing a groan.
[Kekeke.]
An irritating voice echoed from beside me.
[How is it? Do you like it?]
“….”
It was Yoo Cheon-gil. He had already withdrawn from my body and now stood beside me, laughing.
What did he mean by liking it? I glanced at him with confusion.
[I did what your body could not do. I told you to watch every moment without missing anything—did you perhaps not see?]
Ah.
Hearing those words, I remembered. They were what he had said before I surrendered my body to him.
‘I heard it then, but….’
I shifted my gaze slightly and looked back at the motionless Palduyeok.
‘…I actually won.’
I had slain a master—one of the peak martial artists, and a formidable one at that.
Even if it was Yoo Cheon-gil who moved my body.
‘How did I defeat a martial artist who wielded inner force?’
Defeating a master who commanded inner force was astonishing in multiple ways.
This meant——
‘…My body can use strong qi?’
That meant I was a martial artist capable of wielding strong qi.
And I had actually just used it.
‘That radiant energy.’
The strong qi that had surrounded Manwol.
That brilliant pale-blue luminous energy. I recalled it and bit my lip slightly.
‘If it was strong qi, then I must have shattered Palduyeok’s strong qi….’
But was that really strong qi?
How would I know? It’s not as if I’ve seen much strong qi or used it before.
I can’t say for certain.
‘If it wasn’t strong qi.’
There’s no way I could have withstood Palduyeok’s assault.
It had to be strong qi.
‘How on earth did I use it?’
How could I possibly have wielded strong qi?
No matter how much of the Great Elixir I absorbed, I was still first-rate.
By common sense, a first-rate body shouldn’t be able to use strong qi at all….
[Tsk tsk.]
The moment I thought of that, Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue.
[I mentioned it before too—you’re a bright one, yet you learn slowly. Didn’t I tell you?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me with a sigh mixed in.
[Don’t be trapped by common sense. Who exactly said that? That a first-rate body cannot use strong qi?]
‘…That.’
Right?
Who said that?
I stopped mid-thought and furrowed my brow.
It was common knowledge.
Only upon reaching the peak could one grasp the feel of using strong qi.
And only when handling it with mastery could one seize the opportunity to ascend to the next realm.
This was knowledge that had spread widely.
‘…Was it wrong?’
It seemed Yoo Cheon-gil was saying this common sense was incorrect.
Moreover.
‘He proved it.’
He demonstrated it.
He showed me strong qi unfolding directly through my own body.
Though that strong qi was somewhat different from what I knew, Palduyeok’s collapse was the proof.
[If I had my way, since you seem unable to grasp it, I’d like to explain in greater detail.]
Yoo Cheon-gil tilted his head.
I shifted my gaze to follow the movement of his chin.
“Daeju–!”
“Ugh!”
Clang–!
Ching–ching–!!
“…!”
The battle was still raging on.
“Damn it…!”
Capturing the commander didn’t mean the fight was over. I’d momentarily forgotten that crucial fact.
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin were still locked in combat, and the moment I saw them, I glanced around, desperate to retrieve my blade.
‘Where is it?’
Where was my sword?
‘Damn it.’
In my haste, I couldn’t spot it. Retrieving Manwol again seemed impossible, so I reached down to grab whatever blade lay on the floor.
Stagger–!
“Huh?”
My vision suddenly blurred, and strength drained from my legs.
I managed to force myself upright, barely preventing a complete collapse.
Drip–drip–!
Something trickled down from my head.
When I touched it with my hand, it was red. Blood.
“This….”
Whose blood was this? I stared blankly before it dawned on me.
‘Ah, right.’
I’d been hit earlier.
I remembered being struck hard by Palduyeok and collapsing.
[Don’t move too much.]
Yoo Cheon-gil had told me.
[I’ve applied a temporary seal to stop the bleeding, but its limits are clear. If you force yourself to move now, you’ll be finished. Just lose consciousness.]
“….”
Not move? I clenched my teeth at those words.
They were still fighting out there, and he wanted me to surrender my awareness?
With everything uncertain, I couldn’t accept that.
So I forced strength into my body.
Spurt–!
“…Cough….”
Blood gushed out more violently, and my body swayed harder than before.
“Bang Disciple…!”
Dang Yeeran rushed over and supported me.
“…Huff…!”
She trembled as she saw the blood matted in my hair and Palduyeok’s blood scattered across the floor.
From what I heard Palduyeok say earlier.
‘He mentioned being afraid of blood?’
I suspected Dang Yeeran might have some kind of phobia related to blood.
“Are you… alright…?”
Even in such a situation, Dang Yeeran worried about me.
Her face had turned a sickly pale, clearly showing how much she was struggling.
Yet despite that, I could see her making an effort.
“…I’m… fine…”
I tried to force out the words that I was okay, but.
Uuuung—!
My head rang as my vision gradually narrowed.
‘Damn it.’
This wasn’t good.
This was truly dangerous. I felt like I was about to lose consciousness.
I had to hold on somehow and help Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong.
So, just as I was gathering all my strength to regain my senses.
[Stop worrying, I said. You really don’t listen to what people tell you, do you?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me.
[You don’t need to get involved. Not anyway.]
In that moment.
콰아앙—!!!!!
A massive explosion erupted from the wall.
[The master of this place will handle it himself.]
쿠그그그그그그—!!!
The left wall—the wall where Dokuou had been confined—crumbled, scattering dust everywhere.
화아아아아—!!!
A violent wind swept through, instantly clearing away the dust.
Thud.
Footsteps echoed throughout Bigo.
Emerging through the dust was none other than Dokuou.
Having succeeded in his escape, his eyes gleamed with intensity as he turned his gaze toward us.
He checked on Dang Yeeran’s direction, then immediately twisted his face into a grimace.
That demonic form was enough to make my insides lurch.
쿠아아아아아—!!!!
Then an unbelievable aura erupted from Dokuou.
The killing intent radiating from Dokuou was incomparable to what I felt from Palduyeok.
What was amusing here was.
Faced with that distant and ominous presence.
‘…Hah.’
I felt relief instead, and could slowly let go of my consciousness.

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